It was a difficult week at work, and it doesn’t look like it is going to change in the near future. But it is Sunday and I’m not worrying about it, just enjoying a lazy day. I am sitting with my feet up reclining under a blanket on my recliner. We are catching up on some tv watching and I’m wondering what the next post on my blog will be about. A cat is lying down in the crook of my arm, my wife is beside me working on her cross-stitch, dinner is in the crockpot smelling wonderful, dog is lazing on the deck. It is a Norman Rockwell moment.
Suddenly the house explodes in pandemonium. The dog is on her feet thundering down the deck snarling and growling, hitting the end of the zipline so hard that her paws came out from under her bringing to a sudden stop on her back. Inside the cats are on full alert, hair standing on edge, tails fluffed twice their normal size. I’m already half way out of my chair untangling myself from my blanket, my wife is on my heels. Something is going down outside and it’s not pleasant. I’m expecting to see a full-blown dog fight. Husky doesn’t like other dogs and its even worse when they are on her territory and very little else causes this kind of reaction. I step out the door and there is Husky at the end of the porch, while there is no sign of another animal she is clearly agitated and looking down the driveway.
At the end of the porch I grab husky as I look in the direction she is looking, keeping just out of her reach are 3 soaking wet, half-grown english bulldogs. I grabbed husky and brought her into the house while my wife checked on the three stooges. With a little food my wife manged to coax the stooges into Husky’s kennel where we could keep them contained and safe. Now, it just so happens that at the end of our street there is a guy who breeds old english bulldogs.
We hop in the car, minus the dogs as there is no way I’m letting three soaking wet muddy dogs into our vehicle, and no, we don’t have his number. It turns out the family had just gotten home from a shopping trip. He knew the dogs had escaped but he decided the dogs would probably find their own way home and if not he would look for them once he got back. I’m not sure how going shopping would be more important than looking for three of your lost dogs but a lot of things I don’t understand. Luckily, everything worked out in the end, as it usually does. Eventually the adrenalin stopped pumping (except for Husky who is still agitated) and we were able to settle down and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.
This serves as another example of how one moment you are happily relaxing secure in your life enjoying your time when bam, suddenly even if only for a short time your life can be tossed into sudden upheaval.
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